Tide

Another for the a.m. poems.

I tried to remember to forget you again today.

I'm not quite sure why I'm telling you this,

it only makes me forget to forget.

I don't even want you to hear me

because if I hurt you

I'll never be able to remember.

You make it so hard to remember, though;

you're everywhere.

I see you in the mirror

behind my own cracked reflection.

I turn, knowing that you aren't there

even just to say hello,

but every time I turn back round,

you're still there;

at least you wave to me.

I catch your wave and put it away

(I keep everyone you give to me),

and it makes me think:

Do I even want to remember?

How interesting.

What a gift you give me,

in the form of my own words of course,

but a gift nonetheless.

It's a gift of you,

not in form,

but in some form at least.

I love when you laugh;

you're so beautiful and full of life.

I've never yet seen you cry

but I'm sure that it's beautiful too.

I love you from a distance,

so much that it makes my heart want to burst,

and it does.

If I could just remember to lose your name,

then the hole in my heart might go away,

making all my love fall out

and staining my shirt.

Reviews

[Mpotavin]

Kind of discordant in rythmn. Turn off the auto-cap in word. Not really much going on. The last two lines are the only redeeming ones. Unfortunately, the last line is also almost exactly like your title, so it loses much of the impact. You really need to provide more for the reader to avoid sounding like the other 10,000 heartbroken writers. Describe her, describe where you are, what you see. This is just so vague, it is hard to identify with.